"Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine... Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low, not rain, not leaves in murmur, like no voice of strings of reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers, touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their each his remembered lives."
— Feb 04, 2025 07:28PM
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